Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Fragonard Welcomes Spring (It Can't Be Long Now)

Here is poet George Spencer's "Swinging with Fragonard or Les Hasards Heureux de l'Escarpolette" from his collection An Unpious Pilgrim:Dragonflies skim glowing ponds slowly greening.All's a-simmer in the sod,seeds soaked beyond the succulence of loveand then the thawing of motionall leading to Fragonard's fragrant world.What knickers what knockers,a maiden with a tiara of tulips on a swingand peeping putti in the weedswhile the wind abounds with love songs,singing of drum majorettes,of lust's bejeweled slippers.O bring on green swag to frame the moon,luxurious bling to light this electric circuson a night with a sweet tooth for May's candyas the earth yields little green mouths,toothless, longing for love and shouting: Hosannna Hello to spring

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